Waiting for Change

Scott does it again! I can’t count how many times a woman has come into my blog and is frustrated with herself because she is still hurting , still crying, still can’t sleep or eat and it’s been a whole 2 weeks since she left the N. I always say, “If you had said 2 years! I might be concerned. I would be concerned if you were over it in 2 weeks.” Be patient with yourself!

Waiting-chorus-string-quartet-pianoAnd waiting.

I remember hearing the song, “Waiting On The World To Change” and thinking, that’s not going to happen anytime soon! Things tend to get worse before they get better, or so the maxim goes. What I have found is that things get ridiculously old before they change. Most of us spend day after day, month after month, even year after year desperately praying for change, until things slowly move. And we’re talking slowly. I don’t have any recollection of when I got out of my all-pervading, soul-stealing, life-draining, ‘who gives a crap about anyone or anything’ depression. There was no “ah ha!” moment, no prayer meeting that turned the corner, no epiphany, no medication, no counselling appointment that finally turned the tide. No conversation seemed to help at the time, though later it was obvious looking back that small change was beginning.

I remember, when I was grieving, going…

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